super scrub wrote...
I still feel bad about this.
My 8th grade year of middle school at the end of the year we had this dance. I had no date like the rest of my friends but we went anyways because no of us have ever went to a dance before. anyways I'm sitting there staring at my watch and this one girl named Susanna, who is arguably the ugliest girl in school, asks me to dance.
I flat out say, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."
2 seconds later this pretty shy girl in my class asks me to dance and I say, "hell, yeah."
This all happens with Susanna still there in front of me. As I was dancing I noticed her crying and running out.
No wonder I have no friends anymore.
That's so fucken weird cause I was presented with that same situation in my end of my middle school dance with a girl named Susanna as well (she wasn't really popular). That's where our similarites end though. I replied her by saying' "why not" and I danced with her once. My friends (both girls and guys) gave me shit for dancing with her.I was very off putting during my middle school days, way more then what I am now since I was a thug during that time. It must have taken her a lot of courage to do that now that I think about it. I was raised never to make a girl cry or hurt one (really, I was raised to think that by my father).
I met my soon to be girlfriend, Sol that summer. Sol was one of the very few friends Susanna had. I like to think that had something to do with it.